Page 98 of Fate Fiction

@dani_kg

I know nothing I can say will undo the damage I caused.

I’m still really sorry you found out the way you did.

I shouldn’t have kept it from you, but there wasn’t exactly an easy way to broach the subject.

To be honest it was a weird thing to do in the first place.

@eomc195

I know.

That you’re sorry I mean.

Not that it was weird.

Maybe a little.

;)

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@dani_kg

Liked: “That you’re sorry I mean.”

I tossed my phone aside and walked over to join Andrea and Caroline at the kitchen table. The steaming pieces of naan Andrea was tossing onto plates was a nice temporary distraction from what lurked on my phone.

No Teen Vogue article from my teenage years prepared me for a situation like this. “So you hooked up with a celebrity, then he found out you wrote fan fiction about his character mid sex, and after making you sob about it for twenty four hours straight he’s DMing you on Instagram three months later.”

“Evan messaged me,” I blurted out as we all sat down to eat.

“What? How? Why?” Andrea and Caroline asked simultaneously. Andrea dropped her fork onto the table, flailing her hands about.

“I don’t know, I mean it literally just happened⁠—”

“Get your phone. Now,” Caroline commanded.

I opened Instagram again and saw he sent two new messages in the thirty seconds I had abandoned my phone. I clicked on them like they were a bomb I had to detonate.

@eomc195

I am serious btw. About needing a Boston guide.

I’m coming up in two weeks.

“He’s coming to Boston in two weeks,” I said quietly, staring at the message.

“To see you?” Andrea squeaked.

“No,” I insisted. “He wouldn’t want to…”

I started typing out a reply. Something that could end this conversation as quickly as it started because nothing good could come out of seeing Evan again.

@dani_kg

I can send a few recs.